Olive nods, reaching for his hand as she heads toward the gates. She doesn't know which way they're going, not yet, but it doesn't seem to matter. She just wants to get him out of here, since the cemetery is upsetting him, understandably. Hell, it's upsetting her, too. The past is one thing, but she still has trouble imagining a future without them in it. It just doesn't occur to her until it has to, and then she finds herself fumbling, confused. He's just about her age. He isn't supposed to die so young.